Chapter

Fifteen

Devon

I trailed out of the locker room after my classmates, filled with the same restless energy I’d lived with since my wolf caught her scent again. Asher. My mate. The one who rejected me in front of both of our packs. Technically, that meant she wasn’t my anything. But my wolf didn’t give a shit about technicalities. As far as he was concerned, Asher belonged to us. And her getting attacked at the club and nearly dying only intensified my wolf’s protective instincts.

It was a damned pain in my ass if I was being honest. Because me, the man, didn’t want anything to do with her....